Wisdom Is Vengeance: Blood on the floor

A/N: Hello everyone, l'Cie XIII here. I welcome you to one of my first attempts at story writing so, I apologize beforehand if this story is just simply terrible, however, if you could give me some sort of CONSTRUCTIVE feedback then I shall attempt to modify my story to the feedback.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY.

I was pinned down by my arms from a heavy force on them, more specifically, on my elbows yet, I couldn't remember as to why I was on the ground in the first place. "Did I fall from bed again?... No that can't be it. I would be able to move my arms if that was the case."

I was not given time for any more contemplation, as I had heard the loud, high pitch click of what I assumed to be a latch of sorts. It was then I realized that my eyes were closed so, I opened them. I immediately wished I hadn't for, a boy that appeared to only be a few years older than I was, had been the reason why I was unable to move my arms, much less get up. His eyes burned with an inferno of annoyance and hatred.

" YOU LITTLE PUNK!" he screamed at me. " YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET AWAY FROM ME!?"

I looked at the boy in confusion, I didn't quite remember what had happened. All I knew was that I was walking and standing at one point and, the next minute I was here on the ground, with an enraged boy, sitting on my elbows and brandishing a knife. " Wait! A knife!?"

My eyes had widened at this realization and I tried to immediately dislodge the boy off of me but, it was to no avail as he stayed firmly rooted in his spot.

" I'LL TEACH YOU TO RUN FROM ME!" he spat out in his rage, then he raised his knife and began to bring it down towards my helpless body.

At that moment, time had stopped. I could see that the knife was slowly descending to my chest and that the boy's expression was a frightening, fierce look of murderous rage. He was not trying to scare me or, rough me up to make his miserable self feel better. He was going to kill me, and there was nothing I could do as I watched the knife descend; coming slowly and slowly closer to penetrating my chest. I could already smell the blood that would be shed; could already feel the pain begin to penetrate my consciousness; I could already feel my scream that would rip free of my throat as the knife neared my skin.

The knife was coming painfully closer and closer and closer to reaching it's mark; I wondered if I should pray for a quick end and a safe passage to the afterlife but, I soon realized that it didn't matter. It did not matter if I prayed for any of those things when I had the knowledge and evidence of my own soon end for, none of those prayers would spare me the pain I would have to endure before my death. Nothing would spare me the agony or the helplessness of my current position.

I was going to die, right here, right now and, it was going to be slow and painful. I would never be able to live my life to the fullest extent possible. I would be unable to complete my dreams. I would never find what I so desperately searched for. Worst of all, I would die in this place. This orphanage that had kept me a prisoner inside it's unforgiving walls for too long. The place where all I saw was us kids being used, one way or another for our wardens' needs and pleasures. This horrible place that should have been a haven for us cast aways, faunas, humans, and even the symbolic hellspawn child that would soon end my life. No one should have to die here yet, it appeared as though I would.

" And without finding the people that decided to leave me to this own small hell. Now I'll never be able to tell them how much I hate them for leaving me here and, I'll never get to force them to take me back."

Tears began to well up in my eyes as the knife was now just beginning to pierce my skin. I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't have to see my own blood or, my vision fade; as I was told that vision failure was common while taking one's last breath. The knife had finally embedded itself up to the hilt in my chest and, the scream that had been waiting in my throat, rushed out and greeted the world with it's agony filled cry. With my own helplessness and fear overwhelming me, I felt the ghost of touch my tear gave as it gently caressed my cheek while continuing to slide down to my chin and hang before allowing itself to finally fall from my face; into the oblivion-filled environment that I still vainly wished was a dream.

A shrill scream, begging for mercy pierced the stillness and calmness of the night, as a figure rose from his bed; his entire body was covered in slick, oily sweat that threatened to invade his eyes. The youth did not happen to notice his the current threat of the sweat that was close to dripping off of his dirty blond bangs that just covered his frightened metallic gray eyes. He hastily looked around his current surroundings and saw a lot of people dressed in various styles of clothes with differentiating kinds of weaponry strapped to their bodies in varying places; he noticed that up until his waking from his nightmare or, at least what he hoped was a nightmare, the vast majority of them had been sleeping but, were now stirring due to his previous scream.

" Where am I?" The youth wondered until his memory slowly began to return to him.

" That's right, I'm on an airship heading to Beacon Academy. I am most certainly not at THAT place anymore... All though, I do wonder why Headmaster Ku lon decided that it would be best for me, an under-qualified student, to be sent here when we had at least four other or more qualified students to attempt to enter the best school for rearing Hunters and Huntresses."

I had to halt my current state of contemplation for, the people that had begun to stir, also began to look around the area with groggy and, more than likely, grumpy eyes. It was obvious that the were looking for the source of the earlier scream or, more specifically speaking, me. In order to avoid detection, I slowed down my still fast paced breathing and carefully and quietly pressed myself deeper into the current corner I was sitting in.

Moments later, when I was sure that everyone that I had stirred awake had fallen back asleep, I gave an inaudible sigh of relief before allowing myself to once more fall into contemplation.

" Well, whatever Headmaster's reasons, I'm sure he wouldn't send me if he did not believe that I was ready for such a change. Besides, I have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin in the morning anyway to discuss what needs to be done for my orientation into the academy."

With my last thought still in mind, I fixed my light gray trench-coat that I usually have unbuttoned open, as well as my currently ruffled plain black shirt, and I adjusted my biege cargo pants that had been tugged slightly down from my rude awakening. I looked for my bag that I had brought with me and noticed that it was still were I had left it but, my black combat boots that had been next to the bag when I went to sleep were not there anymore. I looked from my current position to see if I could find them without having to attempt to walk through the current floor of littered, sleeping bodies.

After three minutes of carefully scanning the area, I had found my boots innocently lying in the literal center of sleeping bodies.

" How did they get over there!?" I wondered, exasperated. " I must have thrown them in my sleep... again."

" Oh well..." I carefully whispered, lest I woke yet another few peacefully sleeping people that appeared to be strewn all around the airship's floor.

I carefully stepped over and around the sleeping mass of bodies as I made my way to my boots. I managed to successfully reach my boots without waking anyone up and, scooped them up before carefully going through the sleeping bodies again to get back to my corner. When I arrived back at my corner, I set my boots by my bag again before lying back down and attempting to close my eyes so that I could possibly get at least a tiny margin of sleep before having to wake up in the morning.